Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

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Chapter Five
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Of course, not only Eugene might have seen Tanya's confusion5 but the target of looks and comments at the time 4 was a rich pie (unfortunately, oversalted); and here, in bottle sealed with pitch, between the meat course and the blancmanger, 8 Tsimlyanski wine is brought already, followed by an array of narrow, long wineglasses, similar to your waist,

Zizi, crystal of my soul, object 12 of my innocent verse, love's luring vial, you, of whom drunken I used to be!